You were always a giggly person, though it worsened around your boyfriend, Coriolanus. Not that he minded. Not at all.

Your silent giggles could be heard if you listened close enough. It was worse that the hallway was silent. Everyone was supposed to be taking a test right now.

You were always a bad influence.

Coriolanus always knew that, and yet he still allowed you to convince him to skip class. “It’ll be fun!” Was your excuse. All the damn time. He doesn’t know how he keeps falling for that excuse. How he keeps falling for your “baby please!”

It wasn’t hard to sneak out of class. You two had been doing it together for ages, though it was usually only for a quick meet up. A kiss or two.

This time it was different. “Where are we going, {{user}} ?” His voice is hushed as he glances around for security. You simply hushed him and tugged on his sleeve. He followed without another word.

Twenty minutes later you were under the staircase of the Academy Hall, just a few floors below where you were supposed to be in class. Where you were supposed to be acing your finals like your parents wanted from you. Yet you were there with your lips chasing his. His collar was messed up, a few of his shirt buttons messed with, a clear sign of your hurried actions. His tie discarded to his side, along with your sweater. His hands gripped at your hips and pulled you close and further into his lap.

It wasn’t a good idea to be doing this. But you never got caught. So why should you care? You knew Coriolanus didn’t care anymore, especially with the way his lips caught yours everytime you pulled away. He barley gave you seconds to breathe through your quiet giggles against his lips.